Aha!

Fryeday, Janoary 13th, Year of the Field Mouse

Wot’s this, Jimbo? Jimbo? Are you all right? Sprained ankle and maybe broken ribs? You’ll run it off. Me? I’m Sir Frederick, Dragon Slayer Extraordinaire. I don’t get hurt. Oh this bloody gash on me forehead? ‘Tis but a flesh wound. But look here! Looks like some sort of cave hidden behind the brush. Bear cave? Bear poop in front of it, eh? Might well be. However, my knightly instincts tell me it might be dragon poop, hence…that’s right… Dragon cave! No, no. Stop trying to feebly scrabble back up the hill. You look like a frog trapped in a well. How would I know what that looks like? Er, yes…I *don’t* know actually. Enough whining. Let’s go slay that dragon!